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| Scots' Music |
| Glasgow Farewell |
| A simple brief thought on Scottish Independance. Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it? There are only so many slices to a pie, for one to have more, another must have less. Lastly - to those Scottish "Loyalists" - to whom are you loyal? Scots royalty died in the 1700's so it can be no Scots crown - And certainly not it appears to those who came before, that bled for Scotland and her freedom ! |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
| Fare ye weel Glasgow I must leave Your technicolour balloons floating in a patch of oil Fare ye weel Glasgow I must go My ship is sailing down the river from the Broomielaw Fareweel tae ye ma ain dear lass You looked sae small as we sailed away Don't cry young lass, the days will pass And I'll send for you someday The swan-neckled crans on the river stand And they bow their heads tae me The city lights soon fade from sight And their glow becomes a memory The ship rides down past Greenock town That's where once I used to toil But times were hard in that old shipyard So I'm off tae American soil Fareweel tae ye my native land Please don't think too badly of me As your shoreline sinks at the Tail o' the bank I'll just turn my back and face the sea |
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